our aunt.
Two months after that, Carla lost control of the money completely.
She fought it.
She lost.
The dress still hangs in my closet today.
One of the teachers sent photos of it to a local arts director, and Noah ended up getting invited into a summer design program.
He pretended not to care for almost an entire day before I caught him smiling at the acceptance email.
Sometimes I still run my fingers over the seams of that dress.
Carla wanted everyone to laugh at me that night.
Instead, it became the first time people truly saw
